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I wish to write you a detail comment but I don’t think I can at the time. So, I’m just going to spit and post whatever comes from my first read.

“ I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun,
and the clouds swallow
her bleeding rays.”

—- “her bleeding rays,” so that means the sun is a she. The clouds swallowed the rays. It sounds like the sun is a victim of abuse.

“Star born fairies start
pulling the moon to a sky
that watches an uncertain
world hustle then hush.”

What do I see? I guess I see destruction. This star born fairies are pulling the moon to a sky. The moon is going to crash with the Earth. The humanity that once hustle now is hushed by the scenery. Such a tragedy. I wouldn’t add anything to it right now. May be just a title? But I’m sure the inspiration will come to you someday and you might end up editing this piece into something much more.

Love this!!

This is a nice and short poem STAR. I really Don't feel anything needs adding. It tells me of a twilight moment, when the sun sets and the 'hustle' of the evening settles to a quietness:)
* just sum, should read sun?*
I like it.